So I managed to get out of bed one more time. So what? Of course, I couldn't remember _who's_ bed it was. I looked over at him forlornly. No, wait, I looked over at _her_ forlornly. Hell, who cares how I looked at them? Just seeing the two of them curled into one another made me ill. How sweet. How comforting. How fucking nauseating. I searched the rumpled clothes for my jeans. Hell, even _those_ were missing. I'd say it was one hell of a night...if that's all it was. It was more like one hell of a week! And I _still_ can't remember their names. As if it's of any importance anyway. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/3472